And the band played on…

This post…

Sometimes I know what I want to write and how I want to say it and it all falls into place. This is not one of those times.

I started out thinking about my world spinning, as the world does, and how sometimes you can almost feel it turning. And I was going to call the post “As the World Turns” which might have been funny since that was also a soap opera, right?

But then I was thinking about Hope, how wonderful it is, and how cruel it can be. I thought about Emily Dickinson and her poem

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

'Cause I got a message from somebody on Fetlife that has me all stirred up.

But then I started thinking about this other song, that probably has nothing to do with anything, and I just have one bit of it stuck in my head.  The part that keeps playing in my head is sung in a really deep voice and it goes, "and the band played on..."  There's something before that's like ---- OH WAIT!!  I'VE GOT IT!!

It’s Ball of Confusion!! Yes! The Temptations.

So he messaged me, and I looked at his profile – and I was interested. I messaged back – he messaged back – and

It’s Ridiculous

But I am kind of turned on already. Although he has not said one, single, sexual thing. And I think that’s ridiculous and I am probably going to get disappointed and I don’t even care. I am just a big ole ball of confusion.

But a happy one.

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